Lyrics:
a normal job
But this shit is hereditary
Not wishing this on my son
But if i was to die today and don't get us outta the slums
Look It's only so many
hold me back I
(Keep a heater by the big dog)
I never wanna hold you back I
(A nigga gotta get this dough)
I just wanna live my life, live my life, Live
knowin' nothin' promise
I'm close as hell but still can't time it
Just ridin' trying to make it home
That's real life, fuck this song
My sons know they
racing
No more delay
I've been struggling my whole damn life
Village people dem no gree die
See my hand dey for up
Me I no want fight
Even though
crazy
Yet
Nowhere
To get to
Up In
The ghetto
Product of
My environment
Got me mental
US gave nothing
As a plateau
Chasing
Good life
But I live
Ugly
Double
grind and your life, you're good, you're great (ay)
Paint a picture so vivid, it should be in a museum ('seum)
Probably why my new house looking like
the world resurrects
Go away I'm awake and I don't wanna sleep
Hold my hand all together everybody gonna preach for our life and preach for our soul
So
life is more than sacred
So I employ my anguish
Growth and love is all it takes
For me to make my way
From feeling like a slave
Knowing I was born
(Yeah)
I got my GOD
Right by my side
My life Allah
Flows nice wallah
Take a leap of faith like sky dive
Can't get a break with the side eye
All gas
worry.
How can I put my life in the danger.
I am not foolish.
Don't take more than this.
Let's start immediately.
As per the tortoise suggestion,
both
ohh
My light works still weighs one ton
Woah
I will never fold like Wonton
No
You a vegan, beef? You don't want none
Oh yeah
Them H-town slums where I
Little feel sick
Whipping my tears
She broke my heart
She went away
Tryna make millions
I'm never alone
I'm focused on keeping a
M in a month
This life is
when I strike man
You'll think you been struck by lightning
Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a nigga
Even a child could take a life pulling
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me
that night if I had died
Who gon' pay for funerals? Who gon' pay my niggas by
Who gon' do shit for my children? The lie be on my mind
Mama said my anger
society vaccine fi covid weh the vaccine fi poverty!! Me get off a the drugs pon fi corner with the thugs, in the slums
V2
Life dont easy for a G like
for the slum that they come from
Cops is the only ones they gon' run from, that's it
They puttin' they hood up but 9 out of 10 of us ain't got good
a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was usually home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
Some life, if you ain't
to the poor of the whole world
Man, woman and child
She started off alone in the slums
Growing in thousands without the beating of drums
By the time she died
the body shop
Get your mommy knocked
And your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped
I take your life to the ninth inning
A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my
an audit
Either your life, or your loved ones
Straight razor or a snub-gun
From the village where the thugs from
Same corner that you copping all your
I'm thinkin
How this could've happened to me
The only love that I felt was by the bean
Nothing compared how I feel on the beat
Thought it over my heart
Got that off my chest like a thief taking necklaces
My recklessness Is matched by ambition to be
My minds a dark place like constantly Relieving deceit
the drop
Railroad me like the Hurricane but I won't stop, let's go
[Chorus]
Look at my life (look at my life)
Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (gangsta,
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